Reading and Writing and ‘Rithmetic
Does anyone remember that song? School days, school days, dear old golden rule days…. I am old. Wow. it’s a loooonnnggg weekend, and coming up on the end of the month, which means a GYWO word count, yay! I actually got back to some writing this month, which feels good. Getting away from needing a [...]
Got an itch I need to scratch…
I feel like I haven’t written anything new in a long time. Probably because it’s true. I’m not talking novel length. Something short. A writing exercise. Or something. I’ve still only got that one story published, but THANK YOU to that benefactor that sent me the hugelongawesome list of places to submit my work! Now [...]
Sugar, Bernice McFadden [Review]
At the beginning of Bernice McFadden’s Sugar, we don’t meet Sugar. We meet Jude, so to speak. Jude is the ghost in the story, the crux of every emotional scene in the novel. Jude is the murdered child of Pearl, a woman who befriends her next door neighbor that happens to go by the name ‘Sugar’.
Yeah, Hi.
What’s up blog people! Just saying hi and things, doing my monthly “I’m alive!” wave. Things are good, for me. Living and such, so that’s good. I have been trying to get out of the house more, so I haven’t been around much. I’d apologize but…. I don’t think that’s a bad thing! So, I’ve [...]
The Chosen One- [Review]
arol Lynch Williams presents a heart pounding, engaging novel about a girl growing up in a Polygamist community, under the watchful eye and controlling thumb of a God-like figure, The Prophet. The Chosen One seems ripped from recent headlines about the infiltration of these communities and rescues of children ordered to marry men more than twice their ages, bear children, and become one of several wives.
It’s officially SUMMER. \o/
… when I hear this song. Will Smith, Summertime Here it is the groove slightly transformed, just a bit of a break from the norm. Just a little somethin to break the monotony… Every year at the beginning of June, radio stations start BLASTING this song. There is nothing like cruising (or crawling) down the road [...]
